Monthly Archives: August 2013

In the photographs above you will notice a pork sausage, no ordinary pork sausage but a high meat content sausage. This sausage was fried last summer in Romford at about noon on a Saturday. Its former partner was consumed immediately … Continue reading →

Long ago, a lost world sang, While young grew old And chanting voices rang. Decades long lost distant past Where pagans made their rituals last Solstice seasons, gathered clans Now where ancient stones still stand. White haired ragged priests decreed … Continue reading →

This selection is not trying to compete with The Observer or any of the other literary giants who fill their pages with lists during the dead Summer months. This list is of non- literary opening sentences, which nonetheless are tremendous … Continue reading →

Britain: a decrepit gerontocracy where Voting is a niche activity for the deranged elderly, who Remember politicans who weren’t millionaire clones But were enthusiastic and ideologically driven Promoting a golden future Delusional old voters don’t know That hope has triumphed … Continue reading →

In 1961 I left school at nearly seventeen. I was an apprenticed plumber with a firm called G.N.Haden and sons, based in Tailstock Square. Travelling across London from building site to building site, three weeks here, four months there, I … Continue reading →

Here I now lie with freedom’s wings To dream no more of selfish things No care of life’s short loves or sorrows No more tomorrow’s fears or tears To burden now, these different years… Planned in the great – great … Continue reading →

Psycho Sid is seen around, Stunt driving his moped. The Avenue to nowhere Not wanted at home Not welcome elsewhere Sid existed in a loveless world On a stolen moped Screeching like a hornet Annoying all around. The boy swears … Continue reading →